The Letters columns of the Broadsheets (that word needs to change now - any ideas?) are a constant source of personal pleasure. Reading them gives you a shaft of awareness of the intelligence, wit, humour and simple good sense that still exists in this country.
I know it shows one's age terribly to poke fun at the young, as well as the attendant need to suppress constantly the almost Pavlovian "Well, in my day, of course ....." response. I do feel however that it's much easier when you read the letter below, written to "The Times" a while ago, which struck a very resonant chord.
Do I see a GCSE Maths question coming on?
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